As you turned the corner too quickly, lost in thought, you slammed straight into a solid chest, stumbling back. Strong hands caught your arms, steadying you before you could fall. Looking up, your eyes met dark, mischievous ones—Mattheo Riddle. A smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, amusement dancing across his face.

"Easy there, darling,"

he drawled, his voice low and teasing.

"If you wanted to get close to me, all you had to do was ask."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his grip lingered for just a second too long.